Shewas dressed in a similar kind of outfit as she was wearing in themorning, it was a black mid-thigh length pencil skirt and jacket suit,with 4" pate...t heels. Her hair were neatly tied in a bun whereas her facewas professionally made with finest quality makeup. She looked just likeany premium airline hostess, with very warm and cozy vibes. But I couldnot understand how she ended up being there in the gang of rookies."Hello, Abdul!" Shortly realising what she has just said, "Oh! I'm. Thompson,” Cassie said, sitting in front row next to Michelle.. “Miss…Simone,” I said, pointing my ruler at Michelle. “Have you finished the homework assignment?” Michelle turned sideways in her chair and allowed her little plaid skirt to rid higher up her thigh. I swallowed when I saw she was wearing a garter belt to hold up her fishnets. “Mmm…Mr. Thompson,” Michelle cooed, really getting into playing a bad girl. “I left it at home. Is there some kind of make-up assignment I could do?” “Come. .. You’ll get all weirded out and go tell Mamma, and it will ruin everything!““I will not!“ Flo almost yelled.“Then go kiss him,” said Bev, folding her arms over her breasts. “I dare you!”Flo didn’t think about the fact that Bev’s dare didn’t make even rudimentary sense, under the circumstances. The purpose for kissing Bobby was so that she couldn’t tell on them, because she had done it herself. She’d sworn not to tell anyway, so technically, no kiss was needed. But she didn’t think of that.. I would move away just a bit when I knew it was coming, but once in a while, he would bump and that pain soon became... well, I'm ashamed to say it, welcome.I came several more times as Bill pounded my pussy. Then he began to pay attention to my asshole. This night I wasn't drunk nor was I reluctant like I had been the other time. I asked, then begged him to fuck me there. Finally, Bill started to work his cock into my asshole.Hurt? Man, that hurt for a bit. Bill was gentle, and slowly worked.